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Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

Call This Our Autumn

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

It Feels Better To Be Unfinished (Wish-Unspoken, But With My Eyes)

Evidence



Afterwards...

Falling Leaf, Falling Man/Woman, Rising Star

It Comes At Night

The Hot Seasons

Perhaps I Too, Was Frozen

You Are (I'm Here With You)

Joyce Will Soon Be Seventy-Something

All Too Clearly Now

So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)

Oh What A Fall

Last In Class

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

Its About Waking In The Middle Of The Night And Having To Write It All Down

in-EFFECTIVE (Fragile)

I Long For Stars

From The Point Of A Star

Someone Send Out A Search Party

This Is It

If I Were Your Island....

Spokes Spoken

Plain Speakin' (Lyrical Poem)

All Beings Considered

It Is The Rain

Like a Small Child Tucked Into

I Talk To A Machine In My Darkness

Its Their Problem

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

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doesn't it go by
I can barely remember
now
how it all passed
some days I wanted
to last
others
I prayed they didn't
when you're in it
you know
because you feel it
life
every pulse of it
in your bones
coursing through you
like you were home
at last
what do I crave mostly from my past
the adventure
not the censure
of pleasure
that is now
correctness
is not living
that is how
I feel about it
I think most know how to behave
and can intuit
what is right
treat others as you'd like
to be considered
how weird
only yesterday
it was all before me
the years
the doubt
the plotting and plodding
and now I'm in autumn
on the threshold of winter
I was told I was a winter's child
though I prefer Spring
and a bounce in my heart
and flowers in the ground
freshness in the air
surrounding everything
I will never be ready to go
even at its worst
I prefer life
I've got the deepest roots
in my soul




my thoughts / written directly to the page.
January 23, 2018 11:59am PST
legal copyright for this work/poem and also
for this author/writer Melissa A. Howells
and also for this legally copyrighted website name:
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World





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